I've suffered from panic disorder for the past 10 years. It comes and goes.
I was panic free for the past 4/5 years up until 2011 when I had a miscarriage and the "ugly monster" reappeared. It got so bad that I went back unto my meds after agoraphobia started creeping in.
I was home-bound for around 4 months. When 2012 came round, I decided enough was enough and slowly started exposure therapy. Within the last 3 months, I've progressed being able to go shopping alone and driving myself around. I admit that its never easy, but as soon as you start getting into a routine of just fighting back, persevering and trusting in God, it gets easy. There were those "moments", but as soon as they crept up, I would just get into my car and drive - fighting back!
Two days ago, I decided to hope on a 2hour flight with my husband
. I just kept praying to God and thinking "hey if my mind is strong enough to get me to a point of panic, its strong enough to get me to a place of peace!
Well, I did it!!! I've arrived, I'm a survivor!!!
The next few days had their "moments", nothing that a small pill and some prayers couldn't conquer.
I've learnt that its up to me to get out of this rut, and the more I get out of my comfort zone, the quicker I'll recover and overcome my panic.
God id Good!!!